Wednesday, April 30, 2008

An Unheard Call.

"It is a poverty to decide that a child must die so that you live as you wish"-Mother Theresa

Just a little baby
So small and petite
Waits with his mom
In the hospital seat.

“Where am I, I wonder
What do I look like?
Will my name be John..
Or will she call me Mike?

I can’t wait to see
what it’s like outside
It’s getting a little crowded,
In this place I ride.

I must be getting heavy,
I bet she cannot wait,
Maybe she’ll have me early
…hopefully I wont be late.

I’m getting so impatient…
I want to see the land,
Oh look here comes the doctor!”
The doctor takes her hand.

“What is he telling her?
I can’t quite make it out,
but mommy’s voice sounds scared,
so full of fear and doubt.

I hope she is okay,
I’ll comfort her before long,
I cant wait to meet her!
Now what could be going wrong?

Here comes all the nurses,
They are lying her in a bed,
I know this isn’t home,
what could the doctor have said?

Are those tears on her face?
I don’t like it here,
My mommy isn’t happy,
And I’m beginning to fear.

What… me, Fetus?
I don’t like that name,
I want my mom to name me,
but she seems too ashamed.

Mom I’ll be a good son,
I will make you smile,
just wait till you see me,
I’ll be there in a little while.

I’m so excited to see you,
I bet you’re beautiful and bright,
Because I’ve seen your face,
In my dreams each night.

Mommy, did that nurse call me tissue?
Don’t listen to them please.
Because you must know I’m here,
I’m not just some disease.

I have fingers like you do,
And a face I know you’ve seen,
The doctor showed me to you,
On that one black screen

What are all those tools for?
They better not hurt you,
For if they harm you one bit,
I’ll harm them too.

Ouch that hurt…
What’s happening to me?
be very gentle,
I’m only a baby.

Mommy do something,
they are trying take my life,
why are you letting them cut me
with that knife.

What’s going on,
Your shaking,
At least its not your life,
These nurses are taking.

Mommy, I’m up higher now,
I see you down below,
I’m safe here but disappointed,
Because I loved you so.

How’s Life without me?
Doesn’t look so great.
I wish I could be there to help,
But now it’s too late.

I’m not alone here, don’t worry
There are other baby’s too,
they all are here for the same reason,
we all had moms like you.

Each day I see new faces,
all scratched up and torn,
these are all the faces,
Of the precious unborn.

God says he’s sorry,
that we never got to live,
and never had the chance,
to see what He tried to give.

One little girl I met,
Was going to cure cancer.
But now her mom has got it,
And the world’s without an answer

So many brilliant people,
Fill this place I now stay.
They all had a place in the world,
But that place was taken away.

God’s curious about,
What’s going through your head.
He sent you a precious gift,
But you chose pain instead.

Mother I am sorry,
that you where so mistaken,
the nurses all told lies,
and so my life was taken.

Some people down there know,
That abortion is wrong,
they are trying to stop it,
but they are taking too long.

They need more help you see,
Because they are so small,
Just like my friends and me,
You couldn’t hear our call.


Jessica said...

WOW MARY!!!! This is SO moving!!!I started crying before I was even half way through. Grandma M would be so so so PROUD OF YOU! Oh how I wish you could have known her. Thank you for using this gift of yours to defend the unborn. I love you!

Jamie said...

Wow!! That was an excellent poem. I could not make it through without crying! You should send that in to some prolife organizations! Great job!

Heather said...

Mary -
You are AMAZING! You are such a talented girl. Aunt Bridget and Jessica have introduced us to your blog and we have enjoyed looking through your postings. You and Craig share a passion for photography. We were both so impressed at how gifted you are! Your poems are incredible too...they brought a tear to my eye. You are wise beyond your years. Hopefully, we will have a chance to connect again soon. It is always fun to get together with you and the rest of your family.
Good work!
Your cousin Heather (from Washington )

We can do no great things, only small things with great love <3

-Mother Theresa